Persistence of Pam

 You’d think the dream wouldn’t last over fifty years

What is the statue of limitation on such? But there I was again this morning with Pam sitting with me and the left hand was on the thigh and I was sleeping in the dream and wondering if Pam was minding that I was putting my hand and rubbing her leg above the knee? And what did Eddie think who was sitting on her other side?

Squire Stove

 The high sixteen foot tongue and groove ceilings took a lot of heating. In the cold autumn's my father kept the Squire stove burning in the front room, usually overheating the room until we would have to open the dogtrot hall door and let the cold and hot air mix.  It was our natural thermostat. In earlier years before the Squire was installed, it was a constant run to the cold front porch to retrieve wood for the fireplace. The room we slept in had no heater and our vaporous snores resonated from beneath the many patchwork quilts.

Remember the lame

 Lord help us be the friend

That when all else abandon

We look back and say

Well, I’m here waiting.

Strong Men

 Bob Jones has gone on and now I learn that Mark Philpot is in Hospice care. 

Two Toming

 

Spell it out

 He won’t care if you were literary but did you know me?

Herman

 

Day in the life

 

Secret Service bird

A marathon begging session

The great out doors

Mandussa

Escape from Blanche

 Escape from Blanche

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.   Edgar Allen Poe

Last date

Last date

Johnclarestokes 

Do you find me 

attractive

In my skirt of 

Papyrus? 

Come

I’ve prepared 

for us

A delectable 

Sulphur butterfly 

Afterwards

we can relax and 

watch the orb 

weaver spin

a web

Trust me

I’m not like the 

Others

Photo immersion

 I think I shall never see

I’m no big shot show off when it comes to photography. I prefer to not let anyone know I’m even toting a camera. I loathe going out with my overly big and heavy telephoto, as it’s akin to a fisherman fishing for brim with a marlin rig. 

I got great amusement watching this self absorbed photographer taking every angle possible of this one tree.

My Kentucky long

 Oh Kentucky, when I am lonely and the autumn breezes chill me, in your bluegrass hills I long to be, place of boyhood spills and college thrills, where ever I have roamed, from Florida's sands to West Virginia's mines, always it seems I am drawn, to the Kentucky I once called home.